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Okay guys, real talk.
I broke the driver’s side window of my car.
“How’d you manage that one, Amanda?”
Well, it’s a Wrangler so the windows unzip and the zipper broke.
Okay, fine, I broke both zippers. Which is okay most of the time since I normally have at least the back windows off anyway. But y’all, it’s cold in the mornings and at night in central Texas now. I was shivering on my way back from Austin last week.
An hour and a half at 75 MPH with the window down at 10 pm?
Let it be known that I have officially failed Paleo Week.
Guys, I hate to be a Debbie Downer but I am so frustrated. I’ve been throwing myself pity parties and the best way to do that is with pizza, wine, and a giant bag of Sour Patch Kids.
My allergies have just been awful since we got here. I lived all my life with horrible allergies so when we moved to Colorado and they disappeared, it was the best thing ever. And now they’re back and worse than ever. And I hate everything.
My husband thinks I’m nuts because I cry at least once a day because omg, my eyes won’t stop itching. And the Zyrtec stops working about the time I have to pick the kids up from school so I talk to their teachers as a big snotty mess.
Anyway, I’m blaming allergies for my Paleo-fail. If you see me this summer sitting by the pool in jeans and a sweatshirt, it’s the allergies fault.
That’s the official story.
I made these Crockpot Pesto Ranch Chicken Thighs recently after seeing them go around the interwebs for years. I don’t even like pesto that much but one of my favorite Youtubers raved about the recipe so I had to try it.
I was shocked by how much my family loved this one. I will definitely be making it frequently. Feel free to use whatever chicken pieces you like – we pretty only eat thighs these days so I used those but breasts would work as well.
St. Patrick’s Day is just over a week away – and this is probably the only post you’ll get from me about it.
Y’all, I’m just not into any holiday that forces me to wear a color that looks awful on me. I’d rather just skip it. What I don’t skip is the corned beef. I love corned beef.
And I cured this myself! Because guess what! My grocery stores don’t put corned beef out until right before St. Patty’s Day. Gahhh. So I bought some brisket, soaked it in some salt water with a bunch of funny smelling spices, and let it hang out in my fridge for 5 days.
Also, I learned that the reason store-bought corned beef is pink is because they use a dyed salt to brine it. I had no idea. I always thought it was just one of those mysteries of the world.
Anyway, it wasn’t difficult to do it myself. It took maybe 30 minutes to get the beef in it’s brine and then I didn’t think about it again until it was time to cook. And it turned on wonderfully. If you don’t want to buy 7 jars of spices that you’ll never use again, go ahead and get the corned beef from your grocery store and just cook that as directed.
I cooked mine with carrots, onions, and potatoes and then I added cabbage at the end of the cooking. The veggies turned out so good. We love cabbage and when it’s cooked with the corned beef, it turns out almost buttery. It’s so delicious – my husband and I practically fought over it!